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Minnie's RevengeMinnie was not from a good home. Rather, she was from a troubled one, as she had grown up hearing her classmates say. It was never to her face. No, it was the mutterings and musings that were supposed to be just out of reach to hear.
It was strange to Minnie, though. She had no control over the situation. There was no replacing her passed mother, gone since before Minnie could ever fully form thoughts of her. There was no fix for her father, who was never home unless he was drunk, and even then Minnie imagined that he was always drinking. There is very little a child can do against the family they were born into.
But Minnie had a plan. Perhaps she could not bring back her lost mother or cure her father of alcoholism. But she could fix her own problem. She could fix the whispers and mutters - the things that put her down even though they weren't her fault. Everyone judged her for actions that weren't her own.
She'd heard somewhere that everyone had the power to change their story. The q
For Pulse, OrlandoWe look at the news and we say,
"Look, there's another mass shooting."
And we tune out the words spoken
As the mess is laid out on the screen,
Lifting our heads only when
We hear the emotions and the
Cries of those who lost others
Because they pull at our heart strings.
We look at the news and we see
Another bloody mess and death
Caused by whatever excuse is given.
Religion, politics, even preferences.
We've become numbed by the sheer
Amount of violence that occurs.
This numbness does not simply affect
The viewers of the news;
The innocent and worried.
It numbs the mind of those who
Would have never carried through
With such violent actions.
We must never forget those
That have fallen to violence.
Nor must we forget that we
Cannot make violence commonplace.
We cannot numb our children and
Our brethren to these actions.
For every action, there is a consequence.
We should never allow a war to start -
Because the cost is always paid in blood.
A Poet's Soul"We'll go forward with the project on Wednesday, okay?"
I nodded, but my co-workers voice was so distant that it was amazing I understood what he said. Wednesday... Ah. It was a date I had been avoiding for some time. It would have been our anniversary if he had not had left me a few weeks ago. My love for him still beat in time with my heart, and just as strong.
The problem was not that I loved anyone more than anyone else. It was simply that my love flowed straight from my soul, with every inch of passion and rhythm it believed everything precious deserved. I could love a man just as much as another, less even, and the words would still pour out, with something that was seen as obsession.
There are many ways to say I love you, and even more to describe how one's body against your own can feel like a blazing fire meant as a comfort only to you. A thousand nights to stay up, words pouring from your soul. A million moments to convey them.
And only a few weeks before our five year mark,
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